When he feels the world is closing in, he turns his stereo way up high. He just spends his life, living in a rock and roll fantasy.

What are we living for? Two roomed apartment on the second floor?

There is more in this heaven and earth than what the scientist knows and is revealed in the x-ray.

We're out of control on this loony balloon, barely missing the other planets and stars.

Life is only what you wonder. Day is light as your brightest dream.

I've written so many songs about Englishmen, I have to go elsewhere.

Terrorist bombers on the left, fascist plots on the right.